Cold

The ivory flakes fall against the warmth.
The melting begins.
The thought of the man infratuates her every move,
dictating her reality.

His hands.
His eyes.
His captivation, undisguised.

Euphoria, made real
on a day where caramel fell one with the snow.

She moves in a daze,
as snow creates a haze.
Her heart beats with haste.
She's so eager to speak his name.

The wind breathes on her face.
She feels warm in the cold,
for there's a truth gone untold.
And every second she locks it inside,
there's a shiver her body can't hide.

Euphoria. Nirvana. Perfection. Deception.

-R.